Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

The soft touch on the palm of his hand made Lu Yanchi's heart flutter for a moment. He should have let go immediately, but not only did he not let go, he couldn't hold it back and squeezed it gently.

The calloused fingertips brushed against Shen Wanci's skin, and a tingling sensation rose from that spot, traveling along the blood vessels to the top of his head.

It's like countless fireworks carrying tiny currents, rushing all the way into my heart.

Lu Yanchi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he lowered his head and looked at Shen Wanci.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became quiet, and except for them, everyone else seemed to disappear.

But some people were ignorant and ruined the beautiful atmosphere as soon as they opened their mouths. Lu Yanchi's hand was pushed away: "Mr. Lu, you are playing with beads, and Wan Ci's hands will be touched by you." Damn it, my husband just died, how can you take advantage of her?"

Qin Heyi opened the stool, and his wide-opening and closing movements directly turned the idol drama into a martial arts drama.

After he sat down, he pulled out the chair on the left for Shen Wanci to sit. Just as Lu Yanchi was about to walk in and sit on the other side of her, his arm was pulled by the shameless Qin Heyi and kicked. He kicked the chair on his right: "Mr. Lu, sit here. It's more convenient for men to sit together."

Lu Yanchi glanced at him coldly. The conspicuous bag was still so annoying. He was condescending and slightly raised his chin with an arrogant look on his face: "Sorry, I have a mysophobia and I can't smell the sweat on a man. It stinks."

Qin Heyi was born to be cheeky and a ruffian. He didn't get angry at all when he heard this. He came out of Qin's house today and just took a shower in the morning. Now it's autumn with breezy weather. He was in the car all the way. Where? Sweating.

This Mr. Lu who appeared out of nowhere was clearly trying to find fault.

He stood up, put his arms around Lu Yanchi's shoulders, and pressed him onto the chair on his right as if the two brothers were getting close to each other: "Then Mr. Lu is sick, let alone a man. , women all sweat, and I have never smelled any sweat that is fragrant. If you have this problem, it will be difficult to get married. Come, let me cure it for you."

After saying that, Qin Heyi deliberately moved closer to Lu Yanchi, as if to maximize the power of the smell of sweat: "Isn't there some kind of desensitization treatment now? If you are not used to it, just smell it more, and you will get used to it soon. ”

Lu Yanchi didn't dislike the smell of sweat, but he disliked Qin Heyi. He pursed his lips and pushed him away, frowning and saying, "We just met for the first time today. We're not familiar enough to be able to hold hands."

"Then you'll be more familiar with it if you hook up with it a few times? Brother," Qin Heyi patted Lu Yanchi's shoulder boldly, "Which one tastes more like soy sauce or mellow?"

He didn't even ask about white beer.

Lu Yanchi: "I don't drink."

"Ah, I don't want to drink," Qin Heyi said regretfully, turning his head and winking at Shen Wanci, "Wanci, I've been in the army for the past few months, and I haven't had a drink in a long time. I'm so greedy. Yeah, if I get drunk later..."

He leaned over and whispered in Shen Wanci's ear.

The voice was so low that Lu Yanchi couldn't hear clearly. He could only guess what Qin Heyi might have said from the woman's emotional changes.

Shen Wanci frowned at first, then turned to glare at him, and suppressed his voice: "Drink less."

He used to get drunk during social events and she never cared about him, but now she actually cared about Qin Heyi and asked him to drink less.

Lu Yanchi's eyes hurt from such an intimate scene. He noticed that Ji Siyuan was looking at him and turned his head to look at him, "What's wrong?"

If he didn't divert his attention, he was afraid that he would be as angry as Brother Hu and smash the dishes.

Ji Siyuan smiled at him, his eyes particularly meaningful: "Is this gentleman the new boyfriend of Sister Shen? Which family's young master is he from?"

Lu Yanchi glanced at Qin Heyi. He was whispering to Shen Wanci. He didn't know what they were talking about. They were going back and forth endlessly. It was clearly four people eating, but they were clearly divided into two waves. He was Another wave.

He raised his hand to press his eyebrows, feeling that his heart, liver, stomach and lungs were so suffocated that it hurt.

Ji Siyuan waited for a few seconds, but before Lu Yanchi could answer, he shouted in confusion: "Brother?"

"do not know."

Lu Yanchi lowered his gaze. Every time Ji Siyuan asked this question, he didn't have any good intentions.

"I think his aura is a bit like that of a soldier. This profession is really dangerous."

The last sentence sounded like emotion, but also like some kind of warning.

His deep eyes fell on Qin Heyi, and he quickly returned to his usual docile appearance.

The food and wine ordered came quickly. Although Lu Yanchi said he would not drink, Qin Heyi still poured some for him and Ji Siyuan, "Come on, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu's brother, isn't it said that meeting each other is fate? Why? Let’s drink to our fate.”

Lu Yanchi, who originally refused to drink, raised his glass, turned to Ji Siyuan and said, "If you want to drink, drink less. If you get drunk, I will take you back."

In the middle of the meal, Shen Wanci's cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Nie Yucheng. Recently, the two companies planned to cooperate on a project, so they contacted each other more frequently, "Yucheng?"

Lu Yanchi's ears perked up immediately and he raised his eyes to look at her.

Shen Wanci didn't even look at him. She just said something to Qin Heyi and went outside to answer the phone.

The phone call only lasted a few minutes, but Lu Yanchi felt that the time passed extremely long. Maybe it was because he drank alcohol and his emotions were more outgoing. Every minute and every second became a chronic... Tortured, Ji Siyuan was already lying there drunk, and the tight nerves in his mind relaxed a little.

After finally waiting for Shen Wanci to hang up the phone and return to the private room, it turned out that she didn't come back alone, and she also brought an oil bottle.

The three men looked at each other silently, and it felt really mysterious to be together again after almost five months.

Nie Yucheng came to Shen Wanci to talk about fortifications, and he didn't avoid irrelevant people. Lu Yanchi listened briefly and frowned so much that he could kill a fly. It was clear that the talk was all nonsense. The drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to have other agendas.

He couldn't help but interjected: "These matters can be solved by the assistant. There is no need to make a special trip to see Miss Shen."

Nie Yucheng said nothing.

Shen Wanci turned his head and smiled at Lu Yan with a smile on his lips: "Mr. Lu, I am the assistant."

Lu Yanchi: "..."

Oversight.

He regarded Shen Wanci as Mrs. Bo, the mistress of the Bo family, and forgot that her current position was Bo Rongxuan's assistant.

Seeing Shen Wanci staring at him expressionlessly, Lu Yanchi hurriedly made amends for himself, "I'm sorry, because the president's secretary is responsible for communicating these matters in Lu's. I didn't expect that in Bo's, it's the chairman's secretary who handles them. .”

Shen Wanci was not comforted at all and said: "I'm sorry, the CEO of Bo's just died."